We've just spent a pleasingly child-free weekend in a fancy hotel with a fancy room upgrade and fancy permission to eat in the ACTUAL RESTAURANT, which was nearly the biggest luxury of all, really. This was in celebration of (a) my birthday (yes, very late) and (b) our wedding anniversary, but as it turned out… Continue reading In which I do not trust good news
Author: woollythinker
Not everything is terrible
I have a vaccination appointment, finally. (Well, two. Both set up together.) It's been A Challenge getting one – they all disappeared within six hours of being opened to all age groups, reportedly. I kept trying and failing (having them snatched out from under me in the few seconds it took) until finally succeeding today,… Continue reading Not everything is terrible
Good, bad, whatever
Good thing: back to school after two weeks of holiday with very little to keep kids occupied (because plague, and rain, and friends either sick or in quarantine, and mommy flat out of ideas). Am actually pretty impressed with kids, they were very bored in a very sweet and cheerful way and completely omitted to… Continue reading Good, bad, whatever
Not the *best* week
Things are just a bit hard sometimes. Last week was fine all in all, stuff got done, life got lived in that everyday kind of way, but the weekend was a bit hard. First there was the emotional hangover from a job interview on Friday: the kind where I feel great at the time, it… Continue reading Not the *best* week
Evvybody gots PROBLEMZ
Everyone's got their Stuff right now. Maybe not problems exactly, but somehow everyone in this little family is experiencing something that is very THEM. For the kids, it's very particular growing up things. For the parents, it's very particular us things. M, for instance, has been struggling with Bad Feelings (TM); meaning, he needs to… Continue reading Evvybody gots PROBLEMZ
Hoarding as a genetic trait
I have achieved greatness this weekend: both kids have properly tidy rooms. All surfaces cleared, AND a big wardrobe clear-out. By which I mean, I have reviewed each and every item to see what's wearable and fits and suits their current tastes. Unsurprisingly, this has resulted in more than half of C's clothes being ditched,… Continue reading Hoarding as a genetic trait
Prime number
I am now 45, a solidly middle-aged number, or as you might say, I am in my prime. I must admit to not feeling very prime. I feel a bit like I did at 29: okay with ageing in principle, but not really convinced that I am where I "should" be at this point in… Continue reading Prime number
Rory’s going to Yale!
We've just had a three-day weekend that felt more like four, at least. Friday was C's birthday AND the day she got her Gymi letter – she's in. So she coasted on the high of that news, right through her celebration (two friends over for a Gilmore-worthy movie night, with all the sweets in the… Continue reading Rory’s going to Yale!
Stoopid body, stoopid head
So skiing sucked. That is, the holiday was lovely, the mountains were stunning and full of snow, the weather was beautiful, and the rest of the family had a brilliant time on skis. Me, I stood on skis feeling quite amazingly NO. I went up a tiny hill, I went down a tiny hill, I… Continue reading Stoopid body, stoopid head
Peak uncertainty
The peak of the title being an actual mountain, where we are headed for the next week for a supposed ski break. However the weather is looking extremely uncertain; at this point we can't tell whether we'll be enjoying perfect powder (supposedly the conditions right now), or sunny slush, or constant rain. Who knows! It's… Continue reading Peak uncertainty